Chapter five


"Out of the two options she gave you, you picked the one that sounds the most retarded," he scoffs, "Kew Gardens, really?"

"It says here it's actually a Royal botanic garden", Seth says as he flips through the pamphlet, closely inspecting it.

"Do I look like I care about gardens, even if they're royal and botanic?"

Seth looks up, meeting the gaze of his friend and gives him a brief glance over. He looks completely bored, hand propped up against his head, with the right side of his body resting against a big tree. He doesn't even pretend to be interested.

"No", he sighs as he folds the pamphlet and puts it in the inside pocket of his blazer.

"Look, I'm sorry for not showing interest in your shitty garden, but why the hell did you pick this?", he pushes himself away from the tree and walks over to his friend, "You know I would've settled for anything but this, even the freakin' creepy Diana Museum, and I'm pretty sure you don't give a fuck about pretty, rare flowers either".

Seth bites onto his lower lip, pondering as he looks away from his friend's piercing stare.

"No, I don't", he softly whispers.

"Excuse me?", his friend asks, mocking, "I couldn't quite catch that."

He clears his throat and says, this time a little louder, as he looks at the ground, "No, I don't".

"Great. Let's get the fuck out of here then", his friend says as he grabs Seth by the arm and takes him with him, towards the exit.

"What if she asks us about the garden?"

"We'll say it's lovely and that it fucking touched us", the older man lets go off his arm and notices that Seth shoots him a look. He smirks back, "Don't worry. Women adore that emotional crap. Gets them wetter than the Thames."

Seth tries to remain stone-faced, but fails horribly. Soon, a small laughter takes control of him, making his eyes crinkle slightly.

"That blonde seems to really like you", he offers Seth a cigarette, places one in his own mouth and lights it up, "And not just the blonde."

"Hmm", Seth responds as his friend lights his cigarette as well. Quite expertly, he takes a drag and inhales deeply, drawing the smoke into his lungs.

"For God sake, Seth," the older man laughs, astonished at his friend's highly unenthusiastic response as he takes a puff, "She's smoking hot. Petite frame, a lovely pair of tits, voluptuous ass, long, curly blonde hair, big brown eyes. What more can you bargain for?".

"You can have her", he says flat, exhaling the smoke. There's a brief silence between the two men, causing Seth to look at his friend, questioning. The older man simply gives him a raised eyebrow in return.

"It's too easy, Bill. I admit, she's beautiful, but she's been wanting to get into my pants ever since we got here -"

"And what the fuck is wrong with that?", Bill cuts him off, raising his tone of voice and hands in defense, not quite understanding.

Seth cocks his head lightly, frowns slightly and takes a puff, "It's fun for a week, two at most. There's a reason as to why they name some women Barbies; the exterior is great, oppose to the interior, which is often… shallow".

"At least you'll have a great time for two weeks, " he laughs, mocking him once more, "Who gives a fuck about interior?"

Seth frowns deeper this time as he takes another drag from his cigarette, not daring to look Bill in the eyes. Bill looks at his friend, perplexed, but then scoffs lightly as he shakes his head, "Of course. You know there's no fucking fairytale where all couples live happily ever after, right?"

"I know", he exhales, "Though, a false attempt at it would be nice"

"You'll be pretending to be happy-"

"I know", he says, this time a little more strict, noticing he's getting a little pissed off at his friend's ignorance and tries to contain himself, "I'm also very much aware that only one out of three marriages manage to succeed in having a future together, whereas the other two end up divorcing. I know this, Bill."

"Okay, okay", Bills says, hands up in the air again as he picks up on the rising anger within Seth, "I'm just warning you".


I had to switch perspectives for a bit, just to have a little alternation.

Yes, the big friend is Bill - of course, who else? The man is practically a God in Seth's eyes, I'm sure. However, I'm not sure how Bill is, romantically. I kinda have him sketched out as someone who has relations purely for the fun (sex) and someone who doesn't fully understand nor can fully grasp the concept of ''relationship" or "romance". I hope (and think) I'm wrong.

Sorry for the loads of swearing. But can one really say "Fuck" with a different word (in the same language)?

See you all in the next one!